May I Bleed?

How may i find out what's on your chest
I wonder and whisper the axis of this mess
But don't fool around with any of my regrets
I'm just saying yes, and asking: "What were your dreams at last?"

But how far is this town from where we've met
I wish we were crazy for breakfast in bed

Hey girl, come down
Make up, coffee or cigarretes
And lips and sugar...

Till when will you think i can deal with this?
Maybe the answer was just spoke unsound
I wish that our breakfast was all that is
Deep down in my heart i can see you from here

Hey girl, come down
Make up, coffee or cigarretes
And lips and sugar...

Tudo que sobrar no tempo que nos restará
Não é muito, mas é pouco mais do que já há
Por que não deixa sangrar?